bird whistles especially loud outside in the garden.
In half-sleep, the hand reaches down to the mixer
and pushes the slider down. All we experience are permutations of stories. How? Understanding, selecting, changing functions Beginning of a narrative, a language. What are stories? One can say, dainty coercion of reality
to show one's colours.
But one can also say Possibilities are immeasurable.How do you get out of paralysis? Tricks to get to yourself Dissolving restrictions
enjoy your trip on my materialized dreams/
reflection and answer to my research
while travelling on mother earth